Month: July 2008

A writer’s life for me. At least for the five minutes whena) you’ve just finished writing a new book,b) you’re on holiday, and the view looks like this,c) the prospect of four rewrites of a) seems a long way off.

I wrote an introduction to what I wanted to say – then crossed it out. Yet, still I wishthat before the darkness closes over me the last that is seen of me is a clutched fist among the waterliliesand the last that is heard is a wordof bubbles from the deep.Gunnar Ekelöf – Among Waterlilies…